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“There’s  no  alternative.  If  you  don’t  make  it,  you  can’t  get  to

                Presentation,  can  you?  Take  your  position,  Sawyer,”  Professor  Emetterio
                orders, and Sawyer moves to the beginning of the course. “After he makes

                it past the final obstacle, so everyone can learn from this cadet completing

                the course, the rest of you will start every sixty seconds. And…go!”
                   Sawyer is off like a shot. He easily runs the fifteen feet across the single

                log spinning parallel with the cliff face and then the raised pillars, but it

                takes him three rotations inside the wheel before he jumps through the lone
                opening, but other than that, I don’t see a single misstep in the first ascent.

                Not. One.

                   He turns and rushes toward a series of giant hanging balls that makes up
                the second ascent, jumping and hugging one after another. His feet back on

                the ground, he turns again and heads up the third ascent, which is divided
                into two sections. The first part has giant metal rods hanging parallel to the

                cliff wall, and he easily swings arm over arm, using his body’s weight and

                momentum to swing the bar forward and reach the next bar hanging half a
                foot higher than the previous as he climbs the side of the cliff. From the last

                bar, he jumps onto a series of shaking pillars that make up the second half
                of this ascent before finally leaping back onto the gravel path.

                   By  the  time  he  reaches  the  fourth  ascent,  the  spinning  logs  Aurelie’s

                brother warned us about, Sawyer’s made it all look like child’s play, and I
                start to feel a bubble of hope that maybe the course isn’t as difficult as it

                looks from the ground.

                   But then he faces a giant chimney formation rising high above him at a
                twenty-degree angle and pauses.

                   “You got this!” Rhiannon yells from my side.

                   As  though  he  heard,  he  sprints  toward  the  leaning  chimney  and  flings
                himself upward, grabbing onto the sides by forming an X with his body,

                then starts hopping up the conduit until he reaches the end and drops down
                in front of the final obstacle, a massive ramp that reaches up to the top of
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